picnic and pollen,

Hello Tuesday air.
The sun is playing cradle to the flowers. Allowing the petals to nest in the Sun's sugar.  I have kindled my cheeks, and colored my branches.
The rosy gloss of Summer makes my insides swim with happiness.  It is healthy, and I am keeping myself happy,  dwelling beneath the sky.

my horoscope says "Keep the light on" 

On Wednesday,
the clouds uncoupled, and a blanket of steam dressed the meadow.  As the sun pressed its self against my bosom, and the moss courted my feet,  I could feel all worries slipping away.  There is something hidden beneath the Summer's charm.  The freedom of bare feet, the trickery of light beams, the scent of raw air, the chants of the song bird.   If I could, I'd slip into summer's spell every hour, of every stretch, of every day.

As sweat firms our brows,  and the land settles with dry gardens,  I am reminded of Picnics. Picnics are the nectar of summer. I can't think of anything so divine.  Resting on blankets, while wearing the Sun's glow. Catching sight of the passing clouds, shapes of ponies, dragons, bunnies, hot dogs, and curious tigers... Magic.

On Wednesday, Me and (a dear friend)Adelaide found our smiles planted in the roots of Princes Island Park. The sun was sunny. The flowers were smelly.  The world was ours, as the sky fed the spirits of dreamers.

With blankets, soda, and icecream cones in hand,  we gladdened our brains, and widened our bellies.  Dear Adelaide, if I could, I'd pluck the sun and place it in your palms.
As all good days do end, they should end with sushi.We left our picnic, snacked in china town, and fed our spirits with happy expressions.

When I returned to my cave,  I sketched some poetry...
is that you• hidden beneath• a red fowls framework• is that you• entwined to every golden beam• of summer
There is a kingdom~ where toes quarrel with tickles~ where laughter roams like the gentle lamb
There is a boat, only I know. Where cradles are formed beneath silent sleep, and poets are hidden beneath the wild moons weep
Lonesome winds could eat your belly~your heart~or you can let the discomfort~lead you to rivers~where lonely is needed for fishing~

hugs
wishes for merriment x

what i wore

skirt- value village $5
hat- zara $40
shoes- the bay $50

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